Life's Like That

The last couple of days have been pretty much what i dont want my life to be; confusing, hoplessly out of hand, helpless, and so much more. It is one of those times when you turn your eyes heavenword and groan in despair,"why me???" and don't get any answer anyway.

I do not intend to take a bike ride into all the gullys and sidelanes of all that has happened, so lets just take a helicopter view of the entire thing. Its something i have delayed for months,just because i think i did not the courage of going through with it, coz i felt that things would get uncomfortable, but it was due and so it happened just the way things which have to happen , finally happen.

On second thought, its good that it happened, coz the helplessness at being unable to carry it out was big, and if there's one thing i can't stand its helplessness, and not even due to a fault of my own. So anyway it happened and it was a nightmarish experience, one i wud never have wanted to be a part of, had my life been according to my script, which again is a stupid thing to say, coz its just not possible and had everyone written their own scripts, why would anyone be what everyone is.

Anyway, all said and done, I hoped that this was to be the grand finale, and here i am stating again that as this isn't my script, there are other plans for me, and so now i am stuck in the midst of a never ending play. The tables are being tried to be turned some way or the other and this is so totally unacceptable.

So, lets just say, that things are not as I so wish they were, and I might be making a bigger deal than it actually is, but then again, I am hanging on, maybe a little un-calm, a little worried....but I am hanging on, coz I have 'support'...

I guess trying to accept that, Life is actually like that :)

A totally tiring day….classes from 9 in the morning till 8 at night…non stop….these people are barbarians believe me…. Anyhow….there is something I want to tell….I found my ring….the gold one I lost and did not even bat an eyelid…remember??? Ya! The same one….here I have been searching high and low for it and there it has been…sitting on the window sill next to my bed…..hiding under a utensil….So my stuff seems to have believed me and is making its way back….By the way, I found the green mirror too….what and where was described in my last post…which never became a post, but just a tale in the back pages of my register…..i accept it!!! I am too lazy to convert it into soft copy….Well that’s a pleasant surprise….i started by cribbing but now I seem to remember the good stuff that’s happened to me….

And while am at it….let me not forget to write about my first ‘shopping-at-a-sale’ experience….I haven’t been to many sales before…rather none at all…atleast not in big outlets….so yesterday is worth mentioning….We went to this pantaloons outlet….and you should have seen the crowd in there….It seems, it was the last day of end of season sale….Never have I seen such a large jostling crowd…other than outside ISBT or at a railway station at the time a train has just come in….People people everywhere….chattering away…checking out this and that….high on energy levels….Funny how a sale can spur even the laziest of the people (fat old aunties and uncles…no offence, but its true) to shop till there’s nothing left….either in their shopping list or in their pockets….The former is more the case nowadays, thanks to credit cards….

So we plunged into the crowd….eager to get our share of the pie….after all 60% offs on branded stuff like Annabelle, rig, bare denim aren’t an everyday occurrence….So we checked out hundreds of stuff….filling the shopping bag….till I could no longer remember what I had picked up and why I had picked up what I had picked up….

So, there was another round of sifting through the chosen stuff….and believe me, I had actually put two shirts of the same design….that was the time I decided that shopping at a sale effects your sanity….I mean as soon as you enter a sale, its an ‘grab-all-you-can-see-or-you-might-not-see-it-again’ attitude….see a good stuff, be a second late…and POOF!!!! Its gone…you will see it peeping at you from someone else’s bag….So, one conclusion I can derive is that sales are good for your health…they make you agile….

At last, satisfied by our hard work and with a head swimming with images of clothes, we made our way to the cash counter feeling victorious, having won the battle of getting what we wanted against the others who wanted it too…..but alas!!! We had forgotten one thing….our battle was only half won, and as we stared at the rows and rows of people thronging the cash counter, we realized there was a harder part to be fought….So jostling against the crowds, we began our hour long vigil….

The other queues were moving much much faster, or so it seemed to me….I mentally kicked myself for acting like a pessimist and decided that I was imagining things and that our queue was fast enough too….Sadly for me, my illusions shattered when the guy who had been waiting to join the queue behind me and had joined the next queue instead got to the counter while we were still five people away from that blessed place….

If that was not enough, our tolerance was put to test….an awesome couple, started bickering first between themselves, then with the cashier….over a truckload of purchases, and we watched helplessly on….the next queue finished with five six people more and we were still there…..That was really testing, I was tempted more than once, to go tell the lovely couple….how much I would like to break their heads at the moment….

But finally the stars above condescended to shine upon us and we reached heaven….the cash counter….

Believe me, when we had finished off with the payments and emerged from the outlet ….I really felt like a true warrior……returning home after a long battle….with the trophy….our merchandise in the green packets…….

I am on a losing things spree….I lose this, that and the other…. it was sad upto a level and pretty worrying too, when I lost money quite a few number of times, in the hostel, at the Institute and probably on the way between these two places….after all, it was money, hard earned by my dad, given to me for spending well and here I was losing it all.

It was probably theft….the thought struck me more than once lately, but then theft is a big accusation, you just cant go around calling people guilty of thievery….and so I tried to give find alternate reasons, maybe I dropped it, maybe I counted wrong, and went as far as accusing the ATM of coming out with the wrong sum of money, all this to avoid having to think of people as thieves.

Then came a day when things went from being sad and worrying to being weird and queer, very very queer….a money transformed itself into lesser denomination…yes! I know that is the silliest, most unbelievable thing to say and you can call me dumb….but it happened….or else, the money just disapparated (in the harry potter lingo…maybe that note was actually a transfigured witch/wizard)…anyway…it did go….

Then came a time, when this thing lost all weirdness….became plain funny….funny not because it was hilarious or something, but helplessly, inexplicably funny….with the loss of an old green oval shaped mirror hanging on the wall….it disappeared without trace….never to turn up again….sadly our only usable mirror….what remains is the little nail on the wall and a dirt mark showing that a mirror was hung there at some point in time…..
Then all limits were crossed….as if there wasn’t anything that made sense to get lost, my box of Naphthalene balls disappeared……Okkkk…..money makes sense, even a mirror does….but NAPHTHALENE BALLS????????????

Believe me, this was the limit….who in this whole wide world wants to steal Naphthalene balls???? That too from my bedside….a locked room when we are not there….and a room always containing me when we are….This was enough to make me go ballistic….and then a couple of hours of feeling weird, it all vanished….

I decided that if the stars above want my things….there’s nothing I can do about it….no limit to which I can remain careful…..and everything became a helpless, weird, funny acceptance….Well, if my stuff is really that interesting, there’s no way I can stop whatever or whoever there is from helping it-him-her-self with them….

And the extent of my acceptance is evident from the fact that I did not even bat an eyelid when I lost my gold ring yesterday…..true, I searched for it…but with an air of pre resignation….believing that if my stuff really wants to remain with me….it needs to either stick to me or find its way back….

Dear stuff,

Believe me, you are mine, all except the mirror which is my landlord’s. All of you have been bought by my dad’s money and the part that was money is entitled to be spent by me….Please if you are assured you belong to me….please make your way back to me….you will find me on my bed in CL 254…or the Institute…. waiting for you forever…..

Yours Truly……

Happiness is the sensation of being alive, lighte hearted, light minded , feeling that life's good and its fun to be alive in this world. But the fact that a person cannot always feel like that is undeniable. Some might say,"happiness is a conscious choice" as in you need to try and be happy. Others might just not agree to this. it has happened around me. Few try to pursue happiness while others believe it will come to them as and when it has to. What i believe , is somewhere in between these two. Surely, happiness comes on its own, finds you and fills you with the awesome, heady feeling of just, simply being glad of being what you are, where you are. but then again, there are times, you feel that it has deserted you, left you to try and survive with your own devices. This is the time to test yourself and here is where you should start pursuing happiness. It might keep flitting in and out of sight like a butterfly you desire to catch. But then you owe it to life and all the spontaneous, happy moments you have ever had, to try and pursue and catch this happiness when its evading you. Believe me, there's no such great problem or sorrow or sadness in life that cannot be solved, no reason why you should stop being happy, no reason which can steal away the smile from your face- If and only if you believe this, no matter what, you wpuld have happiness right beside you, inside you, always.
Ups and downs are a part of life. You can't always expect to be ahppy and satisfied. there are times when things feel down, depressing and irreparable. This is the time you need to remember the times where happiness was with you and draw upon your inner strength and move on, defeating whatever troubles you.
Here, I remeber, The Glad Game Of Pollyanna, and how the little girl always remained happy, by finding the brighter side of even the most awful things.It really makes you feel that its simple human perception that makes you happy or sad....makes things right or wrong.
Accepting the fact that all cannot be always well but believing that the end would be well, you should stock up on your happy times and use them and their momentum to ride out of your downs.
After all, thats the way the roller coaster goes and life is one roller coaster ride.... :)

There are so many things we take for granted in life. Its only when they are taken away from us that we realize their importance. And its generally too late to do anything about it. This is something I have always thought but a friend brought it back to my mind today. And I realized that this holds true in everything.
Consider the fact, that when we are home, mum cooked food is taken for granted, she will cook daily, thrice a day and we will get it when we want it. She would call us for dinner again and again so that we can have it when its hot and tasty, but we would be busy with the phone, a book or nothing at all and wouldn’t care to respond to her call. We wouldn’t care to acknowledge the fact that the food’s good, but fast enough to criticize it. And yeah, we would crave for junk food. Am not blaming anyone, it is as it is. Everyone does it. Now, stuck here in the middle of a city whose nothing matches with mine, the mere thought of that piping hot food makes my mouth water. Right now, when I feel hungry and don’t find anything to eat, or when I do, its usually a watery Maggie or a couple of oily samosas, I wish that my mom would bring me a plate of home made food at dinner time, the time she used to call me at. Or when, all I have for breakfast is a muffin and watery coffee, I wish she would be here and make me the paranthas I used to eat before going to school. The day scholars of our class bring packed tiffins from home while we others have to troop down to the nearest ‘khokha’ and eat the daily plate of ‘maida ki rotis’ and ‘googni’ (yellow peas). See that??? That’s what I meant! When we were home everything was taken for granted, now that we have to fend for ourselves, I swear! WAT lag gayi hai!!!
But then, there’s the fact that now that we have realized the value of what we had when we were home, we give it double its value when we go home in the holidays. The food tastes like heaven and I leave no kasar in letting my mum know what a great cook she is and how much I appreciate her.
Then again, another thing you can consider is time. When its there, you don’t give it a second thought. When its slowly passing by, you give it the slightest glance and continue with your indifference towards it. And when it has passed you and left you way behind, do you realize what has been lost and what could have been done in what has gone. Then you start counting the moments lost, the opportunities missed. The frustration and anxiety sets in. It’s a pity that no one realizes that more moments are being lost now. That whats gone is gone and what is there now and what is coming in the future needs their total attention. And that what did go didn’t mean that everything’s lost, coz life goes on.
Hey!!! Don’t think I have become all-philosophical. This isn’t philosophy. Its just something which got triggered off by a statement made by a friend while I was reading Atlas Shrugged on the institute’s terrace and I felt I should pen down.
Its actually the fact that sometimes I feel I attach too much importance to stuff which don’t deserve it and I waste precious time doing that. I now firmly believe that every moment is to be lived the way you want to, coz once gone, it doesn’t come back and thinking about it wont bring it back. That I should enjoy what I have and not think about what I don’t. That I should have the underlying belief that everything is going to be fine in the end, no matter what all comes in the middle. I know I have totally digressed from what I had started out with but then it always happens when you let loose your train of thought. It starts from somewhere, takes the weirdest paths and ends someplace. I don’t know where mine is going so I guess it would be wise to put an end to it right here.
By the way I forgot to mention that I am having a great time here. :)

Its been real long since my last post. You must be thinking that my interest in blogging was short lived. But let me assure you that its not so. I am still as much interested in writing as I ever was. Its just that life has been running, correction, sprinting towards nothing at all and I haven’t been able to catch it, not that I tried. The going-ons in my life have been a mixture of all possible things. Suddenly, life has become a roller coaster ride, with me clinging on for dear life. By the way, I visited an amusement park about a week back, and finally overcame my fear of roller coasters. Meant to write about it, but it was left halfway, like many of my other posts. Anyway, where was I??? Yes, about life becoming one roller coaster ride. Well one moment I feel am doing great and the next moment life seems to be going all downhill, and me running down with it, trying to keep my balance. Yep!! That’s exactly what my life has become. But I am not complaining, not at all, and that’s because the happy times more than make up for the sadder ones. And then there’s the basic funda, that when something goes up, it has to come down sometime (Newton’s law of gravity, studied since class 6th or 7th), so we should accept that. Now what I feel is that when you are reaching the top, you feel exhilarated and you should fine tune yourself so that you can ride out the oncoming depression in that rush of adrenaline itself and prepare yourself for the next top. This isn’t a practical suggestion, I know, but life would be much easier if we could somehow implement it.
Easier said than done, the above was written around a couple of days back and since then my life has turned into a roller coaster with no sense of direction. It just seems to be trying to go right left and center all at the same time. By the time I figure out what’s happening and where am going and adapt myself to it, my life beautifully changes its direction and am left kinda confused…. Anyway, don’t really know how to continue this post, so am leaving it here…. Ya Ya, I know you must be thinking its an abrupt ending, but for heavens sake who ever said the post has ended, am saying I am leaving it half way…

This is a silly day. I am here at the Institute in formals since 9 in the morning and a laptop and a ready presentation that my Prof. is not letting us present. We are waiting and begging and hoping he would just give us a chance, but to no avail. I sit here in the third row of the class, with my group around me, and watch the world go by (actually, it means watch the other groups go up to the dais and make their presentations). All sorts of big things thud upon my head… BAM…that’s banking, BIFF…that’s telecom, BONK…that’s refineries…and there I am now on the brink of unconsciousness, feebly aware of my surroundings, when a distant voice calls out…’AIRLINES’. I jerk out of my stupor, finally, finally our chance has come…and then ‘Group 3’…I slump back into it, we are Group 11… L Aah!!! The atrocities of the world!!!!
My heart cries out: “ Come On Guys, it’s a SUNDAY, for heavens’ sake. A day of late mornings, of lazing, of movies and fun and I get up at the unearthly hour of 8’o’clock, iron my clothes, finish the presentation and scurry to college, starve till 11’O’clock, drink a burnt tea (yes!!! teas can be burnt too…the recipe being: make the tea and heat it up in a microwave…it becomes burnt). And what for do I do all this for??? A presentation to be made today.
But life has a spectacular way of not giving you what you want. Our Prof. announces that few presentations will be held tomorrow…and you would have undoubtedly realized by now that my group is one of those few, otherwise why would I have been cribbing all this while? I feebly try to protest the grave injustice being done to us, but my voice is drowned in the noise of the happy shouts of all the groups at the early breaking up of the class.
Its 1’ o’clock, and my tummy rumbles, reminding me that it requires food to function. Alas, all that I can feed it is Maggie. I make my way up to the canteen and order a Maggie, only to be told that there are loads of orders before mine. The waiting game starts again, this time I watch the world go by and have their food (mainly burnt teas, milk and burnt toasts and Maggie). The aroma of other peoples’ cooking Maggie makes my tummy grow hungrier and angrier and it reacts with louder rumbles. Finally, a steaming plate of Maggie is placed in front of me. I rise out of my stupor and smacking my lips, pounce upon it, devouring it in one go (gross!!! Makes me sound like an animal no? But I guess the atrocities of this world and a starving stomach made me one)
I then look up from my plate and see many other of my classmates eating away in much the same manner, and then I think, all 60 of us got up early today, all 60 missed our day of fun, all 60 are starving and nearly 30 are sill left with their presentations. And its only me who is cribbing, while everyone’s joking and having fun.
Once I finish thinking, all the frustration leaves me and I go and join in the laughter.
True, its been a silly day, true nothing got accomplished, but still it’s a bright day, a day filled with friends and laughter, which no matter what, gives you a reason to smile... :)

Life isn’t easy, but then which fool ever said it was? Then again, I wish it were easier. I wish that Pandora had never opened that box of hers and flooded the world with all the troubles and problems. I guess the world at some point of time would have been a great place, with no complexities, no problems, no sorrows, no tensions and certainly no tears. But I can’t be sure, coz I never lived in such a world, Pandora took care of that. Then again, I wonder whether such a life would actually be good. I mean, isn’t it because we are sometimes sad that we savor the happiness when we are happy. If we were always happy, we wouldn’t know that we are happy. It would be a monotonous happy life, only we wouldn’t realize that that’s what our life was- happy.
In those mythical pre-Pandora times, there was noone poor; everyone was equally happy and satisfied. But I have a reason to believe that this state of affairs couldn’t have continued for very long. I mean it seems a good tale when you listen to it, but see it practically. Would this world continue if everyone were equally rich, happy and satisfied? No, it wouldn’t. Life would stagnate and everything would come to an end.
Know why I think so? See it this way: the world works because the rickshaw pullers pull rickshaws, the bus conductors conduct buses, the train drivers drive trains, there are levels of people in every organization-the workers, the managers, the executives, the big boss. They aren’t equal in financial-socio-economic terms from any angle. Well, what I mean by saying what I am is that each and every person, animal or even an object has his own special place in this world, a unique reason for his existence. And no one or nothing can substitute him. Tell me, if there were no differences in standard of living, would anyone work for another person? Would anyone heed to another’s orders? Would anyone do the low-end jobs? (Though someone told me that no job is low-end or high-end, its we who have made these distinctions.)
Anyway, if the rickshaw puller wasn’t poor, would he be carrying our burden around? If everyone in an organization were an executive, who would take the orders they dish out? Who would carry out the plans they prepared? Who would do the itsy-bitsy jobs? And we all know and agree that if the mechanic guy didn’t screw the bolts of the tires in their places, our massive cars would never run. And he wouldn’t do it if he was rich like us. Its just the need that drives them and makes them do things.
Why only poor people? Take the kinds of me, who are doing MBA and would join some good company next year as a manager. To a rickshaw puller we would be these rich people who ruled the world and lived their way. But we would know that we have a boss above us who would be giving us orders too, and make sure we don’t live our way. So everyone is kept in his place by someone above him. Noone is the greatest, not yet atleast, or it would have been published in the Guinness Book Of World Records.

I am drawing this discussion to a close, don’t get the idea that I have become philosophical, coz I haven’t and don’t intend to be. However, this was the route my train of thoughts took one fine, idle day and I decided to pen it down. So here it is. However, I totally believe in what I have written above, every word of it.
Pardon the redundant and repeated statements, if any (I am sure there will be some).

This post has been read by two of my friends and when asked for their comments, they came up with the following interpretation: ‘ The you who began this post isn’t the one who ended the post. The normal, pragmatic self came over midway and defeated the first you and cause you to end the post abruptly.’
These were the exact words. This post is however open to interpretation to everyone. So go ahead and give it a try. Comments and criticisms are most welcome.

Have u ever felt that people around are really queer??? Or rather weird (this is my most favorite word and I get to use it real often)??? I do, I seriously do. Now either its true or else its just my luck that all normal people (now don’t ask me to define normal, I dunno what it means either) evade me and I am swamped by these nice, sweet, weird, complex, confused, mad people. Maybe u have met such people too, and just don’t call them weird, maybe something else. So, I will take the pains to state clearly.
Well, these people are basically philosophical (or seem to think they are), sort of Howard Roark duplicates, with no care for the rules of the world, the conventional ways of life. They believe in doing what is different, with their thought processes running around ten levels above yours, brooding over the weirdest things and stating the most obvious things by stripping them down to the barest facts. These statements made by them are known to everyone, its just that we normal people don’t give those all that thought, and certainly don’t present them in such a crude way. They are caring and nice, but analyze every god-dammed word you utter, with so many whys’ and how’s that it seems to be an interrogation. And to top it all, as u struggle and stammer to reply to those questions, they give you this indulgent kind of smile (one that adults give kids when they show their naiveté) which makes you want to stop and say;” Dude! Stop behaving like you have reached the astral planes and I am a poor groveling creature still on earth…” Aah! That’s exaggerated, but I believe u got my point.
That describes them pretty well, so now its your job to run down your memory lane, pick and choose the people with such characteristics, and quickly label them ‘weird’. Did you do it? Well, if you know any such people, then there’s something else I could tell you. They are prone to frequent mood swings, cheerful and smiling a minute and all quiet and brooding the next. You just can’t understand what went wrong and what to do. And a word of caution: ITS CATCHING! Seriously. Stay a few days with these people and you will catch yourself spouting philosophy, getting frequent mood swings and brooding (ugh!).
I ask God, why? Why? Why? Couldn’t he have made nice, sweet, simple people who wouldn’t question every ‘normal’ thing and make you undergo the trauma of explaining your statements? Never, never in all of my 20 years have I taken so many pains to answer questions, and the answer’s never right….
But I guess, it takes all sorts to make up this world. Can’t really accuse God, he needed to fill in the earth with all varieties. And so here I will live with this philosophical sort of people I am destined to be with, spending the rest of my days struggling through the analysis’ of my statements….It really seems that Life’s 'Wierd'…atleast mine… :)

Can you believe this??? I wrote an entire post...a real long one with a description of all that i went through in my train journey back to the B-School...and as i clicked on post to aprilwednesday,"this page cannot be displayed" was displayed and my entire post got lost...Now its 2'o'clock and i have college tomorrow, and my entire post is lost.Anyway, I am a brave warrior and so I'll type it all over again.It went somewhat like this:

Hmmm...am back at the hostel( now i can't rememeber what i wrote after this). The insti reopens tomorrow for the third trimester and though i am looking forward to it, i cant help missing home, the fun, the peace,the food,the affection.Though mind you, when i was home, there were times i wished to be here at the institute,but as predicted in my last blog,as the days of drudgery and hard work drew closer, i started seeing all the reasons that made home such a wonderful place to be in.However, all these "sights" were of no use as i was put on train on the predecided date.

This train journey was as unique and memorable as all the other train journeys are.That's true you know,atleast i feel that no train journey is similar to another,each time you meet a different sample of people,its sometimes unbelievable that so many different kinds of people exist.Anyway,this time,luckily i got the aisle upper berth...unluckily mine was the last berth in the compartment.This meant that though i got to enjoy the spaciousness and privacy of the upper berth, i also got to enjoy the various smells coming from you-know-where, everytime someone opened the door of the 3rd AC compartment. I swear i am not kidding when i say that this occurred thousands of times per minute, thanks to the vendors and the overactive co passengers who seemed to find it amusing to get out of the compartment every five mintes.I kept to the safety of my upper berth, and looked down upon the constantly, shuffling stomping crowd( believe me. everyone from a 70 year old man to a 10 month kid seemed to be on the move). Another thing that struck me was that no one seemed to want to travel the whole way,so as soon as i got used to few faces, they would disappear, only to be replaced by more of the same if not worse category restless people.

Initially,I sat in my rightful place at one of the window seats of the aisle seat.The girl sitting across me was another piece.Dressed(totally in pink) as though she were going to a fashion show and not embarking on a 31 hour train journey,the first thing she did after settling down(which took almost half an hour) was to put the FM on at the highest volume( i wonder whether it even struck her that not everyone was interested in liatening to "Aapki Aparna" bantering away on radio city 90 something FM.Anyway, i like music and that too hindi,so i stuck to my seat. But then she decided to make my life hell, sticking the earphones into her ear, she started singing at the top of her voice. Now you know how the voice goes flat and off note when someone sings with earphones on, so I am not saying its her fault, but considering that she didn;t have a sing song voice in the first place, her performance was enough to drive me up the ladder and under my blanket where i spent the next 30 hours of the journey.If this was not enough, i looked at the upperberth across me. and lo and behold! what do i see but a boy sleepin with his sunglasses on...SUNGLASSES on a train!!! For heavens' sake, would wonders ever cease???

I was all cozy on my berth, happily engrossed in a Tinkle,having a rather nice time.But ALAS!!! it was not to be.The pink girl,apparently bored by the journey,relinquished her lower berth,took up the upper berth across me ( not the one with the boy with the sunglasses!!(yea he was still there) but the other one.) and decided to befriend me.She wanted to chat with me and pass her time( mind you, it was passing 'her' time, not mine...i had been happy with my book and myself till she came along).I, being the kind soul that I am, could not turn her away, and we apent the next two horschatting about everything and nothing.At the end of the conversation(where i found nothing in common) all i learnt about her was that she loved to party(her dress spoke volumes about that) and party and party!!! Anyhow, i was near to dozing off by the time it was 12 at nite(a rarity in my case,this shows how boring the conversation had been).

And so i slept through till 1 this afternoon ( i was avoiding chatting to her)...and that is the reason why i am blogging at 2 in the morning...I was wakeful as an owl( no wonder with 13 hours of sleep behind me) and this seemed like something to write about...so there...

Goodnight anyways.. :)

THERE!!!! This was what i had written till half an hour ago( or something somewhat similar) which got lost...
And now I am truly tired...writing a literary masterpiece and that too twice is no easy task and now am feeling like I have accomplished something!!!

Now seriously, Good Night!!!

Am on holiday now...a 31 hour train journey (when the train is on time)away from my B-School where i finished my second trimester end term exams on the 20th...the finishing of the term was a relief even though this was supposed to be a real laid back term. Actually i guess we were too laid back the entire term which made it a real ass breaker in the end, when the deadlines had to be met and the end terms taken.
The end terms were set by really competent professors which anyhow left me feeling more than a little inept, as i sat in the exam hall waiting for the stipulated time to get over(not knowing the answers ensures that).This and a ruined viva on the 20th made the perfect ending to the wierd trimester i had had.This term i had the wierdest groups in almost all the courses...people i dont even speak to,let alone get along with, the most unsatisfactory presentations, and silly subjects...I really wonder what was right???
Now that i have written what i have written above and re-read it, i feel that anyone reading this would get one of the following two impressions:
1) What a miserable life this girl is leading...
2) Oh my God!! What an awful cribber...

The first one...i would put that notion right eventually...The second...HEY!! DON'T U DARE CALL ME A CRIBBER...I hate cribbers and I had an eternal cribber in my Organizational Behavior group. He made me hate cribbers even more..idiot guy..with all that moaning and groaning for a simple,silly case study. His cribbing made the 1 hr case study take 5 hrs to get analysed. 5 hrs...he spoilt 5 precious hours of my life.

I think I have digressed from what i was actually saying. Now what was I saying??? Yeah...about the first notion...Well my life is not at all miserable(maybe just a little at times)and i am actually having a great time at my Institute.This term i made some real friends,shed misconceptions about few people and formed new opinions(which i hope aren't misconceptions) about others.I spent real long hours at the Institute even without classes, something I hadn't done in the first trimester, and found it good fun. So much so that I actually missed being there,during the train journey home. And I still miss it at times now,all the tension of completing presentations and reports by the deadlines and the sense of accomplishment on their completion(no matter how horrible the end results actually were), copying assignments frantically for submission, hunting for your group members(yup! even those i didn't speak to before), all the good natured teasing and leg pulling...all that and more.
I love my life there no matter how much I crib ( I know I crib, but i really hate cribbers).You know what? Its 8.50 p.m. now, and if I was at the Institute I would be going to eat dinner on the terrace with some of my friends :)

Hey, but life at home is beautiful!!! Mom makes life a bed of roses, and the only thing you actually have to do is eat and sleep, and eat and sleep....Life at the B-School is so fast paced that the mental calender has no days or weeks...it works on the principle of deadlines and test dates...And believe me we are all but ready for a long spell at home at the end of the trimester to unwind ourselves!!!And what an unwinding am doing right now...waited on hand and foot, pampered to the fullest...AAAAH! Life couldn't be more comfortable...

Though honestly, at times I feel just a little too free...a little too idle...and a desire to do some work arises...
But believe me when the term is on, all i can think of at times of work is when i will get back home and spend time lazying away...
But then Life's Like That...Atleast mine... :)

Can't believe this!!! Here I have to make my opening post and bam!!! All the forces nof nature are against me..no no shouldn’t curse nature…all the forces of mankind r against me…I sit up till late last nite designing up a nice blog page on livejournal where I hope to write all I want to for the rest of my life…(that's a slight exaggeration but never mind)..and decide to write an awesome opening post in the morning…and the first thing that greets me in the morning is a power cut!!! N that means no net!! Yippee!!! I spend long frustrated hours waiting desperately for the electricity to come back on and when it finally does;yippeeee there's anyways no net...

Another couple of hours trying to get the net working and another power cut finish me off...am done...i can no longer tolerate these atrocities...so i sit down to write on my faithful microsoft word planning to cut-copy-paste it later, an art mastered by me in the two trimesters at my B-School....

As i write my post...POP!!! the lights on the modem pop on...(no the poppin' sound doesn't cum)..the power is back and so is the net...and am all smiles :)

And as i complete my opening post, now writing directly on my blog page,all my previous anger n frustration is forgotten...

But then,Life's Like That...atleast mine :)